Monday, February 18, 2019

The Poster!

A new season of my Spousal Unit's favorite baseball team is upon us once again.  We Rebels came up one game short of making it to Super Regionals last year, unlike my Dawgs that made it all the way to Omaha.

We were at a  basketball game a few weeks back, and the baseball team was there, signing autographs to a team poster.  After what seems forever in line, we finally got two posters with all the signatures of the players and the head coach.

Then a week before opening weekend a new poster was released that would be available on the opening season first game on Friday night.  Game time was set at 4:30.  Only problem, the spousal unit would not get to Oxford in time to get her "free poster".

She was just in love with this poster!  What to do, what to do......

I, being the supportive husband that I am, volunteered to go on Thursday, do some projects at the condo, and be there in time for the free poster!  Thursday was Valentine's day.  But, hey, I man has to do, what he has gotta do to keep his bride happy!

Otis and I made the trip.  I dropped him off, and decided to go by the Pavilion, to get the Rebel Reward points.  I stockpile the prizes and give them to my daughter-in-law who is a UMMC nursing graduate.  And since it was Valentine's Day, no single dude is stupid enough to go out to a restaurant in this town without a date on this day!  Steak & Shake it was.  Not ideal, since its all precooked and assembled while you wait.  

Next day, I make it to the stadium, called Swayze, a good bit before it started.  I walk through the main gate, and no POSTERS!  What?  Wait a minute!  That spousal unit of mine will be devastated!  Turns out they will be ready for Saturday's game.  Whew!  At least she will be here to get hers at the field.

Saturday, we arrive at the game a little late, because somebody decides to sleep in, game time 12:00.  I learned long ago to never wake her lioness if I want to keep all of my body parts intact!   We walk up to the table, and some dude got the last two posters on the table, with no others in sight, and a line of people behind us.  One of the diamond girls rushes off to retrieve more, if they had any.  That wait seemed like forever!  Finally, posters in hand!  Made it to our seats just in time for the first pitch.

We also had tickets for the men's basketball game, at 2:30.  We left the baseball game after the fourth inning, with her team way behind.  Naturally, there was only one shuttle line, for the parking lots only, none for the basketball game.  You would think after all these years, they would figure this out!  The line only had two shuttles working it, as the others were working the basketball game.  We ended up in the parking lot nearest the Pavilion and walked the rest of the way.  At the side entrance that we took, they would not allow the spousal unit to bring her baseball posters into the Pavilion, they were too BIG!  Oh shit!

After a few minutes of discussion, they agreed to hold them for her until the end of the game.  She guessed that would have to do.....  We stopped and got drinks and a large corndog, then found a spot to sit and eat.  The longer she ate that corndog, the more she stewed.  Then, she noticed that at the front entrance of the Pavilion, they were giving away basketball POSTERS, the same size as her baseball posters!  Honey, they done lit a fire under that woman!  I looked up, she was gone!

The basketball game was in progress, and no spousal unit!  I'm thinking restroom, souvenir shop, more food???  She finally walked up, with you guessed it, all four of her posters!  She had visited every level of security supervisor in the building, even grabbed a highway patrolman and a security guard friend as backup!  She was not letting those posters get away or leave her sight!  I had even FB messaged our friend that is in charge of the Pavilion to be on the lookout for one hot short blonde woman!

The posters made it to the condo, and one of them made it to a frame and is on the wall!


And all of this for a free poster! 

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